Monday, April 11, 2016

Cold As Ice

Her eyes were hazel with flecks of green and her hair a golden yellow with ringlets falling around her shoulders. Though her skin was fair, there was a warmth within that complimented her rosy lips. The lines on her face came from years of experience. She was wise in her ways; how deep to dig, how to mask the smell, what kind of tools worked best to make the job easy and quick. Her hands, though not as steady as when in her youth, were as sure as the day she started the secretive side job. $500 a body. She never felt guilt or shame, just the satisfaction of the final dirt-filled shovel finally sprinkled over the casket-less grave. Brushing remnants of soil off her face, she spat on the wet ground. "This was a heavy one, they best pay me extra."

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